Advait stood frozen in the study, the weight of Rajveer’s words pressing down on him. The walls of the room seemed to close in as the storm of his thoughts raged uncontrollably. Rajveer, his voice calm and steady, placed a hand on Advait’s shoulder, offering what little comfort he could in this suffocating moment.

"She will understand, Advait," Rajveer said, his voice firm yet laced with an unspoken wisdom. "Give her time. She’s angry, she’s hurt, but this isn’t the end. She’ll come back to you. She always has."

Advait’s chest tightened at the thought. Would she? Could he even expect her to understand when everything he had done, everything he had built, had driven her further away? His heart ached, knowing how deeply he had hurt her, even with all the protection and care he had meant to give.

Rajveer’s gaze softened as he met Advait’s eyes, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. "You’ve put her in a difficult position, but she knows you. She knows your heart. She just needs time to process. Don’t push her—she’ll come back to you when she’s ready."

But Advait couldn’t do that. He couldn’t just sit back and wait. His mind was spiraling, thoughts racing faster than he could keep up with. He needed to make sure Samaira was safe. He needed to find her.

"I just… I need to make sure she’s alright," Advait said, the urgency in his voice cutting through the room.

Rajveer nodded but didn’t stop him. "Go. But don’t force her. Let her find her way back to you."

Advait didn’t respond, already turning on his heel and heading for the door. His heart pounded in his chest as he made his way toward the parking lot, his footsteps echoing through the halls. He barely registered the sounds around him, his thoughts consumed by one thing: Samaira. He had to find her. He had to make sure she was okay.

When he reached the parking lot, his heart dropped into his stomach. Her car was gone.

A cold knot formed in Advait’s chest. His mind raced, panic flooding his senses. Where was she?

Without hesitation, he turned toward the mansion’s guards, his voice sharp. "Which car did Samaira leave in?"

The guard looked taken aback by the intensity in Advait’s tone but quickly responded, "She was in black Maybach, Sir.

The words hit Advait like a punch to the gut. The Maybach. His car.

Without another word, Advait pulled his phone from his pocket, his hands trembling as he unlocked it. He opened the GPS tracking app for his Maybach, his fingers flying over the screen as he searched for any sign of her.

The app flickered to life, showing him the real-time location of his car. Advait’s eyes darted across the map, following the dot as it moved steadily down the road. His heart rate quickened as he watched her car’s path, the overwhelming sense of urgency in his chest only growing with each passing second.

Where was she going? His mind screamed.

The GPS update flashed across the screen. Samaira’s car had made a sharp turn. Advait’s stomach clenched as he zoomed in, watching in horror as her car swerved off the road and toward a patch of trees.

His heart skipped a beat. No. No!

Advait slammed his phone back into his pocket, his mind now consumed with a primal panic. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he rushed to his car, his breath coming in short, shallow bursts. He had to get to her. He couldn’t lose her. Not like this.

With his heart pounding in his ears, Advait floored the accelerator, his car screeching down the road as he followed the path Samaira had taken. His body was taut with anxiety as his eyes flicked back and forth between the road ahead and the GPS on his phone, tracking her every move.

The world outside blurred in his vision, his entire focus narrowed to one goal: Samaira. She had to be okay. She had to be.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Advait’s heart stopped as he saw the flashing lights of a nearby accident. A truck, a Maybach—his Maybach—wrapped around a tree. His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he couldn’t breathe. His heart pounded violently, adrenaline surging through him. His eyes locked onto the wreckage as his car came to a screeching halt.

No. No, no, no.

Please, don’t be her. Please, God, don’t let it be her.

Advait’s legs shook as he stepped out of his car, his feet unsteady beneath him. His pulse roared in his ears, the world around him a blur of chaos. But all he could focus on was Samaira. He had to find her.

The wreckage before him seemed to move in slow motion. Advait’s hands were shaking as he rushed toward the Maybach, his breath ragged, the weight of the world crashing down on him.

When he reached the car, his heart plummeted.

The airbags had deployed, but Samaira’s head—her beautiful, strong head—was slumped against the steering wheel. Blood was starting to pool around her forehead where her head had hit the wheel.

"Samaira!" Advait’s voice was raw, a mixture of desperation and fear. His hands fumbled as he reached for the door, pulling it open with a force he didn’t know he had.

Inside, Samaira was motionless, her body still, her chest barely rising with each shallow breath. Advait’s heart broke as he gently lifted her from the wreckage, cradling her against him. She was cold. Too cold.

"Samaira, please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "Please, wake up. Don’t do this to me. Don’t leave me."

His hands trembled as he touched her face, brushing her hair from her bloodied forehead. Her skin was so pale, her lips parted slightly, and for the first time, Advait felt completely powerless. He couldn’t fix this. He couldn’t undo the damage.

"Samaira," he whispered again, this time the word coming out as a plea, as though saying her name could bring her back to him. "Please. I love you. You can’t do this to me."

But her eyes remained closed, and her body remained limp in his arms. Advait’s chest tightened painfully, a sob rising in his throat. His heart shattered into pieces as he held her close, his own tears mixing with the blood on her skin.

Don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me.

His words were desperate, broken. The world had stopped turning, and all that was left was Samaira—hurt, fragile, and so far from him. Advait knew the truth now: he would do anything, anything to protect her. But in this moment, nothing seemed like enough.